As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Clap!

It was like a bird egg that had been hit hard.

In an instant, everyone in the audience was shocked.

The sound of cracking bones penetrated the ears of everyone in the hall.

The red and white slime slid down the snow-white wall, and the glass next to it was also covered with a glaring scarlet layer.

Except for the sound of knives and forks falling to the ground, there was no sound in the entire hall. A pair of eyes were stunned, and I felt cold all over.

Especially the group of second-generation nobles who were originally a little unhappy about Ron taking away Dolores, were even more horrified at this moment, with goosebumps all over their bodies.

They kept rejoicing in their hearts. Fortunately, they didn't go up to stir up trouble. Otherwise, it would probably be them who had their heads stuck to the wall, the floor, and the glass, and couldn't be detached.

Who is this kid?

How dare you violently kill people in public? So manly.

The priest robe stained with scarlet blood, the gentle scholar, and the faint smile on his face made Ron's image even more terrifying.

Melville's expression suddenly turned gloomy to the extreme. He knew that it was Ron's provocation to him.

Ron didn't care at all about the sight of everyone around him. He took off Cruz's storage ring, and soon, two more things appeared in his hand.

A token.

A money bag.

With a flick of his hand, the blood-stained token was thrown out by Ron.

pat.

Seeing the token dropped into the dish, Lucius, the legitimate son of Earl Sharp, did not panic like the others at the table. He frowned, suppressed the nausea in his chest, took out a handkerchief, and picked up the token.

Although the token was full of dirt, a scarlet secret word still caught Lucius's eyes.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

The Spang Theocracy's largest spy organization, the Royal Guards?

Is this a spy from the Spang Theocracy who infiltrated the kingdom?

Soon, an excited smile broke out on his face. Although he was the legitimate son of Earl Sharp, he was not the only legitimate son. Who could inherit the title of Earl would ultimately depend on which brother was more capable.

And killing the imperial spy is definitely an incredible feat.

"Investigate the guests from the Spang Theocracy in Larnaca City, especially the Sykes Hotel."

"Kill them."

Lucius's cold voice reached the ears of the bodyguard beside him.

Not every second-generation nobleman is as incompetent and stupid as Herman.

Although Lucius is the son of a nobleman, he also yearns for adventure. He once traveled to the Twilight Continent while concealing his identity. His countless adventures gave him far greater strength and a keener sense of smell than ordinary young noblemen. And these bodyguards around him , and they are the companions he made during his travels. They are stronger than Lucius.

Lucius's voice also penetrated into the ears of other nobles, and the originally silent hall suddenly became agitated.

Sometimes, you don’t need to do it yourself to kill someone!

The familiar, snow-white slender calves appeared on Ron's chest, the smooth jade feet swayed gently in front of Ron's eyes, and the round knees swept Ron's lips from time to time.

Elsa appears again at just the right time.

I don't know if it was Ron's illusion, but I always felt that Elsa seemed a little more agile than before.

She even opened a backdoor for Ron within the scope of her authority:

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Jinyi secret guard*1, and receiving the reward of ten consecutive lottery tickets*1 in advance! 】

Ron turned a deaf ear to the changes in the hall, grabbed the blood-stained purse, and walked straight to the counter.

With a snap, Ron dropped the money bag on the service desk.

"There are enough gold coins in here."

"Clean up the place and prepare a room for me."

"Huh..." The familiar waiter let out a heavy breath. This guest would cause a different sensation every time he appeared. It was really a headache. However, as long as you pay, there is nothing you can do. Uncertain.

"Here is your key. Your room is on the top floor, next to the blond lady." The waiter winked at Ron ambiguously.

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched slightly, you are really considerate.

"Thank you!"

After thanking him politely, Ron took the key and went straight upstairs.

Melville stood upright at the stairs, staring at Ron with a pair of sinister eyes like a venomous snake.

Long time no see, this big brother has really changed a little bit.

Melville didn't even know how strong his willpower was to barely suppress the urge in his chest to tear Ron into pieces.

Ron stopped in front of Melville. Seeing that Melville wanted to kill him but didn't dare to do it directly, he felt inexplicably happy.

Perhaps, the memory of the original owner of the body had some influence on Ron, making Ron not have the slightest fondness for this so-called younger brother.

After staring at Melville quietly for a few seconds, Ron silently raised his hand and smeared the scarlet and thick white mucus on his palm onto Melville's clothes bit by bit.

Seeing Melville's increasingly ugly expression, Ron even considerately helped him straighten his collar. There was no other way, taking care of his younger brother was his responsibility as an older brother.

He didn't stop until all ten fingers were cleaned, then glanced at Melville: "My stupid brother..."

"roll!"

The second chapter, three thousand and five words, was sent, and the current seven thousand words have been updated.

Chapter 92 Blessings from the God of Love ()

roll!

When this word entered Melville's ears, Melville's whole body was shaking, and he even felt layers of dense goose bumps appearing on his skin.

I was once told by that blonde woman to get lost.

Princess Lydia once told her to get lost.

Now, even this eldest brother, whom he has always looked down upon, dares to tell him to get out...

The pitying looks in the hall made his scalp almost explode. Are they pitying him?

Does he need to be pitied by others?

Seeing Ron so close, a voice kept roaring in Melville's heart.

Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him...

He looked like a complete madman, his eyes full of scarlet.

But in the end, he can only look like a clown.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from the stairs...

So, this kind of wishing to kill me, but giving me a helpless expression is the best thing.

Ron chuckled and walked upstairs without any rush.

In the hall, an ordinary-looking but elegant lady who had been sitting in the corner slowly put down the coffee cup in her hand.

Two slender, graceful fingers that did not match her appearance held a gold coin and gently placed it on the table.

Ignoring the weird atmosphere in the hall, he quietly disappeared through the door.

No one knew how much time had passed. When Ron had already reached the top floor, he suddenly heard a heart-wrenching roar like a wild dog from downstairs, followed by a series of banging sounds, as if some incompetent and furious guy was banging his head against the wall.

It doesn't matter if you smash your head, but don't smash someone else's wall, you'll have to pay for it.

The key turned slightly in the lock, and with a click, Ron pushed the door open.

After a casual glance, it seemed that the waiter treated this generous guest quite well. Ron just asked the other party to arrange a room at will, and this was obviously a high-end suite.

It was even more luxurious than the room assigned to the prophet Ron by the church.

There was not a single speck of color on the snow-white walls, and the intricately designed chandelier was emitting a soft glow. The whole room was hazy, but not dark at all.

The light pink color reveals some ambiguity.

In the open wardrobe, you can see some sexy clothes... maid outfits, nun outfits... and even some high heels, whips, candles, gags and other gadgets.

On the bedside table, there were two bottles of potions that could quickly restore energy and strength. Each bottle cost ten gold coins...

The enthusiastic waiter arranged a sex room for him.

Ron's forehead was covered with black lines. He didn't know whether to call the waiter troublesome or praise him for being considerate.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he did not clean the stains on his body.

He immediately opened the lottery system and smashed the ten-consecutive lottery ticket into it.

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for using a ten-consecutive lottery ticket, and obtained a healing potion*2, a magic recovery potion*1, a physical recovery potion*1, a strengthening stone*1, an advanced skill: Blade Storm*1, special Props: Undead Crystal*1, Epic Equipment: Hercules' Bracer*1! Special props: Advanced Contract Document*1! 】

I don’t know if the system saw him as being very dangerous this time, or if the dozens of previous draws triggered the guarantee mechanism.

All in all, the harvest was quite good.

At least, I got a copy of advanced skills and an epic piece of equipment.

only……

Blade Storm, this is a warrior skill, I should be a priest.

Ron learned Blade Storm with a strange look on his face, and imagined himself spinning around with the Ironwood Staff. To be honest, it might be a bit bad.

When looking at Hercules' wristband, the expression on Ron's face became even weirder.

This is a whole series of equipment, although it is not a set and does not have set attribute bonuses.

The whole series is the best of the warrior type. Is this the intention to make him a nanny with high defense and high attack?

[Hercules's Bracers: Purple Gold Epic, Evolvable]

[Enhancement Level: 0]

[Physical Defense +58]

[Magic Defense +27]

[Additional special attribute: physical defense

[Additional special attributes; full magic defense

[Additional special attributes: All attribute damage reduction +9%]

[The enemy's attacks are not that terrible, are they? 】

Just like what he remembered, Hercules' wrist guard added high defense and pretty good damage reduction. He silently took out a strengthening stone and placed it on the wrist guard.

To be honest, Ostara took out her heart and continued to abuse the goddess of dawn behind her back, which made Ron feel a little guilty.

After three consecutive reinforcement failures:

"Praise the damn goddess of dawn..."

With thirteen flashes of soft white light, the properties of Hercules' wristband have changed drastically.

[Hercules's Bracers: Purple Gold Epic, Evolvable! 】

[Enhancement Level: 13]

Physical Defense

Magic Defense

[Additional special attribute: physical defense

[Additional special attributes; full magic defense

[Additional special attributes: All attribute damage reduction +9%]

[Additional special effect: All attribute damage reduction +9%! 】

[Additional special effect: All attribute damage reduction +9%! 】